Live Stream: Overly Pampered Education Creates Three Superstars in One Family

Zhao Shuilin had barely finished speaking when the comments section was already filled with them.

Chen Chu had already spoken.

He didn't slam his fist on the table, nor did he raise his voice. In fact, his tone was casual and lazy as he leaned back on the sofa and slowly said four words to the camera.

"What's there to worry about? Our country has an incredibly rich biodiversity."

"Foreigners always say our environmental protection is bad, but I think it's pretty good; all kinds of species can survive here!"

Zhao Shuilang's face visibly flushed red in the studio.

She pointed at the screen, opening her mouth several times, but couldn't form a single complete sentence.

In all her years as an education commentator, she has never been directly addressed with a word like "slut" in front of millions of viewers.

Before Chen Chu could continue speaking, a voice drifted over from the side: "Dad, you're so mean."

Chen Chu turned his head and saw Chen Ziran sitting on the sofa next to him, holding a glass of milk in his hand, with a calm expression and a slow tone.

"You know perfectly well that he's a cultured person who wouldn't swear, that's why you dare to insult him like that, right?"

He took a sip of milk, put down the cup, and added, "You're too cunning."

Chen Chu was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth: "...Why would I think that much? I just cursed because I wanted to."

Chen Ziran blinked, her expression innocent.

"Oh, really? You're so brave."

"But it's still bullying intellectuals..."

Chen Chu looked at his son's innocent face, remained silent for a moment, and then realized what was happening.

good boy.

You've learned your dad's signature line.

The tone, the rhythm—isn't this just him praising others in the same way he usually does?

When Zhao Shuilin saw this scene in the studio, she was so angry that she almost smashed her thermos.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to maintain the composure of a professional, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her true feelings.

"To insult others in front of children—with such low character and poor upbringing, how can one expect to raise a child well?"

Before Chen Chu could reply, a system notification popped up in the upper right corner of the screen.

"The live stream has been banned for violating community rules."

Ban duration: 12 hours.

Chen Chu looked at the notification, shrugged, and put his phone on the coffee table: "Whatever, I was going to end the broadcast anyway."

The chat was filled with one last wave of wailing before the live stream went black.

No way! I was watching this while I was eating!

[Hahaha, I can't hold it in anymore! Teacher Zhao is so classy. Chen is truly shameless; he tricked Teacher Zhao!]

I think this is a good thing. Teacher Zhao is setting a good example for us, teaching us that when we encounter shameless people, we should learn to use legal means to protect ourselves.

【Why are you guys starting to awkwardly praise it too? ???】

[This is hilarious! I screen-recorded Ziran's two sentences, "She's a cultured person." This is truly a case of the student surpassing the teacher.]

The live stream went black.

Chen Chu tossed his phone onto the coffee table and stretched.

"Alright, go wash up and go to bed."

……

On the other side of the city, on the second floor of a villa, is Wang Zihao's room.

Wang Zihao leaned back in his gaming chair, his phone screen displaying the interface of the "Good Parenting" livestream. Although the screen was now black, he had just watched the entire process of Chen Chu being banned.

He scoffed, tossed his phone onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and looked at it with undisguised contempt.

"It's all fake family affection."

He picked up the Coke on the table and took a sip. "The poor man's pacifier is just a facade of warmth and comfort made to move himself because he has no money."

His gaze returned to another phone on the table, his personal phone, with a WeChat chat window lit up on the screen, and the contact at the top was labeled "Lele".

He opened the chat window, scrolled up a few pages, and looked at the sweet conversations, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

Everything else is fake, only his Lele is real.

Although he's only in his third year of junior high, who says you can't have an online romance in your third year of junior high?

The relationship between him and Lele was pure and untainted.

He wasn't the kind of nouveau riche second-generation who only knew how to throw money around. Lele liked him as a person, not his money.

The screen lit up briefly, and Lele's message popped up: "Oh dear, I saw a bag while shopping today, it's so pretty, I love it so much... but unfortunately I can't afford it, sigh."

It was followed by a pitiful emoji.

Wang Zihao's heart skipped a beat; Lele wanted to buy a bag.

As her boyfriend, shouldn't he do something?

Without hesitation, he exited WeChat, opened Zhou Lin's chat window, and typed: "Transfer some money to me."

Zhou Lin replied quickly: "How much?"

"Five thousand."

There was a pause on the other end, then five thousand was transferred over, along with the message: "Spend it sparingly."

Wang Zihao frowned as he looked at the four words, but still accepted the payment.

He thought for a moment, then typed another line: "Aren't you going to ask me what I'll do with the money?"

Zhou Lin's reply came a moment later: "What are you trying to do?"

Wang Zihao stared at the line of text, and suddenly a nameless irritation welled up inside him.

He typed quickly, his tone filled with undisguised disgust: "You're only asking now? Have you ever seriously cared about me?"

He clicked send, then tossed his phone onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and his chest heaved a few times.

Downstairs, Zhou Lin sat in the living room, staring at the sentence on her phone screen, and remained silent for a long time.

She did not reply.

What should she say?

Wang Zihao is not her biological son. Although she is the mistress of the house, there are some things she cannot say, otherwise she will be labeled a "wicked stepmother".

This month, Wang Zihao has already taken more than 20,000 yuan from her.

She wasn't worried about the money.

She never cared about Wang Wenwu's money.

But she felt bad about her awkward position.

If you interfere too much, people will say you're targeting your stepson.

No matter what she said, it was wrong, and the more she said, the more wrong it became. Even if she wanted to manage it, she couldn't.

She put down her phone, rubbed her temples, and said nothing.

Wang Zihao transferred the money to Lele.

After the message was sent, Lele replied almost instantly: "Oh, I don't want your money! I like you as a person, not your money!"

An angry emoji followed.

Wang Zihao's heart raced as he looked at the words.

Lele really does like him!

He quickly typed: "It's okay, Lele, please accept it. Seeing you happy makes me happy too."

There was a longer silence on the other end before a reply came: "Okay then... thank you, Zihao."

Then I added one more.

"I'll buy you a present next time! Is there anything you want? When is your birthday?"

Wang Zihao held his phone, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

He rolled over and gripped his phone tightly in his hand.

Lele asked him when his birthday was.

She even said she would buy him a gift!

She really is a good girl; she truly loves him for who he is.

He typed a few words and deleted them, then typed a few more and deleted them again, finally letting out a silly laugh and turning all his thoughts into a simple reply.

Your happiness is my gift.